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Blame It On My Wild Heart

Aug/2008

05

My friend Court hearts Stevie Nicks and sent me this below clip with a note that “…this is one of my faves, watching it I always have this dual elation and sadness.” And now I can’t get the song out of my head.


I find this duality true in many songs that I love, be it Luna, Ghostface or Fleetwood Mac - the tracks often evoke both emotions during a 3 minute spell. I wonder if that’s what nostalgia might be constructed of too?

Motherwell's Elegy to the Spanish Republic

Even if authorial intent is one thing, audience interpretation can remix and recontextualize the meaning. One man’s song of joy is another’s sorrow song. It reminds me of painter Robert Motherwell, who once recounted that he “respected a collector who returned one of my “abstract” pictures to the gallery, saying it was too tragic in feeling for her to be able to look at it every day.”

Hipsters

Aug/2008

04

we real cool

Adbusters claims hipsters to be the Death of Western Civilization. Hyperbole, yes, but also navelgazing BS. Even though they may wear different clothes and sneer across lunch tables, Adbusters and Hipsters are cut from the same cloth. The culturejamming content the mag praises is lauded by the very hipsters they deride.

We lurk late

The thesis of the Adbusters argument is as follows: Ever since the end of WW2, Western subcultures have worked to subvert dominant paradigms and their oppression of art/love/race etc. As the power of punk and hip-hop lost their true pluck, the aesthetics of rebellion mashed up to create The Hipster. Alas this Hipster whirlpool is sterile like a mule, unable to create new content/Meaning, zombies subject to trends and adverts. Thus Western Civilization is toast, faced with “a youth subculture that mirrors the doomed shallowness of mainstream society.”

Some truth there, but the sky aint falling.

Since we now live in the quickening of an instant era, anything that catches as cool will spread as fire. Unavoidable and certainly leads to repetition in NYC. But if we burn our fort, what does Adbusters truly expect us to do? Go East/3rdWorld and jack ‘culture’? Make the post-colonial claim that foreign lands are so much more authentic/ pure/real? Do something meaningful, be like Bono and um, ’save’ Africa?

We jazz june

Just as ‘Alternative’ music became mainstream rock, “Counterculture” (as evinced by The Hipster) is now folded into mainstream culture. The singular Hipster aesthetic has ossified and is now no different from the uniform of a preppie/jock/hiphopper etc.. But the costume of tight jeans and a Keffiyeh is simply a collection of visual cues that signify membership to a group, just like baggy pants or pearl earrings. So Counterculture aint dead, it just might now be looking different.

Both the West and The World are currently living in an unprecedented state of remix and creation. There are more tools of authorship, identity and distribution than ever before - and these tools bring forth new sub and countercultures, ones that may have been ignored not only by the mainstream, but also by the dominant counterculture. Possibly even by Adbusters, who close their article with this strangled swan song.

We are a lost generation, desperately clinging to anything that feels real, but too afraid to become it ourselves. We are a defeated generation, resigned to the hypocrisy of those before us, who once sang songs of rebellion and now sell them back to us. We are the last generation, a culmination of all previous things, destroyed by the vapidity that surrounds us. The hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture so detached and disconnected that it has stopped giving birth to anything new.

Good Heavens. Rather than cueing dirges, I wanna know why Adbusters is looking at the hipster to signify the progress or failure of Western Civ. Makes me think that the mag is well out of touch, lapping at the pool of cool irony and now indistinguishable from those they once tried to bust.

we die soon?

Blankets

Aug/2008

03

for silence or warmth?

So after wrapping a shoot last night with Project 2050, I fell into a cab with equipment and furniture blankets. The driver was smoking a cigarette, so I asked if I could have one. He said “So, are you a bum or a filmmaker?” Chalk that up as a brand new question. Turns out the driver Abraham is an actor and knew that midnight blankets + ciggie request = one of the above. Love that.

Immigrant Songs via Sundance

Jul/2008

29

down by the river...

This week Sony premieres the Sundance 2008 Grand Jury winner Frozen River. Our friend Kevin Pazmino was the 1st AD (as he was on PK’s Predator), so we’re gonna go see it. Give a shout if you wanna come with, we’re buying popcorn.


Also earlier this year IFC released Sangre de mi Sangre, the 2007 Grand Jury winner, produced by our friend Per Melita.


Both films tell a story of ‘illegal’ immigration and were made on shoestring budgets. And so we raise a glass to our friends and their fine fine work in the trenches of NYC indie filmmaking.

...padre?

Brand JC

Jul/2008

28

Smiths buried here.

During a drive down the LaFourche bayou a few days ago, I had the pleasure of seeing a 15-foot statue of JC standing outside of a Vietnamese church, and visiting a small memorial/church that could fit inside my living room. I was reminded that the distinct class of stylish laptop users who visit my local coffee shop is diverse enough to include the leadership of the Vintage Church, who conduct an operations meeting there weekly. Rob, whose style I would describe as Surf, leads the group through the mechanics of the organization’s upcoming needs while Andrew’s laptop seems to be the device responsible for managing data.

talk to the hand.

Desedo design peeps wndr, are responsible for the branding of Epic, “a Christ believing community that exists in the real world.” Similarly, it might as well have been between viewings of The Real World in my MTV-aided youth that I learned of the Skate Ministry, which is still kicking by the way; there are even imitators. It looks like You Know Who’s getting a facelift.


1. jocular Epic collateral here.